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A story sent in by a good friend of the site.... Now do i get the nicest mail from the nicest people or what? Now this is a fantasy kind of a story something i'd probably never do, but still nice to toy with in my mind. Bondage isn't always doing - that would spoil the fun of considering doing something like this - it could happen.... |
It all started as a wicked idea. After regaining some of her wits lost as j
had had her accident, shevette had started to fantasise. On j´s return from
the hospital stay, her leg was supported by a blow up cast. It looked soft
and forgiving, but still offered quite a good support to the encased leg.
shevette then spent hours trying to come up with some more inventive ideas as
to the use of such blow up casts. Slowly this magnificent idea had started to
take shape. She realised rather soon that she wanted casts that covered the
entire length of the limbs, not just from knee to ankle. This proved
difficult as injuries demanding that extensive casts also requested more
rigid support. Thus they where almost always plastered. Of course shevette
didn't let that stop her. Instead it became a challenge to overcome.
"She was getting just a little worried. As the sun kept pouring its hot
rays over her body, shevette felt an urge to shift her position. Only problem
was that bondage was an expertise of hers and self bondage was no exception.
She was going nowhere. Trying to think of j she turned away from the limpness
of her legs and looked straight into the shining gold of the sun reflecting
from the water of the pool. j looked lovely."
However she had finally got a tip from somebody, one of the many she knew
from mailing. He had told her that the full-length cast she was looking for,
just might be used in emergency situations. She then contacted ambulance
drivers, fire fighters and others before another friend helped her to find
some remote little nation who's army seemed to be on sale. In a surplus store
on the Internet, she found exactly what she wanted.
"Damned. She shouldn't have chosen those n_pple clamps. They where horrid.
And now that time seemed to drag, the sun had past noon and her entire body
was flaming from the tan and acing from immobility, shevette was almost
regretting her doing. She had tried to shake the casts off, even though she
knew perfectly well she shouldn't have. She shook, they stayed put, she wept
a little, cursing her to hasty decision."
After a few weeks, a couple of different countries mail distributors had
finally managed to deliver the casts to shevettes home. She opened the
roughly treated package and unfolded the precious casts. First the smelled
strongly, very plastic, but it faded and became bearable. She tried one on
her leg, slowly pulling it up her bare skin. She then blew it up, using a
little hand manoeuvred pump that came with the cast. Soon she felt an
entangling sensation. Her leg was held firm, under pressure from all
directions. She kept pumping until it felt as if she had covered her leg
completely with tight rope. The pressure was very firm and very erotic. She
tried to fold her leg, but immediately understood that that would be out of
question for as long as the cast stayed inflated. She had enjoyed the feeling
so much that she had slept wearing one cast on each leg.
"Her basic idea had been sound. Letting j experience the frustrating
helplessness from the inflatable casts, was a good idea... the problem was
shevette's bold idea to place her self in bondage while waiting for j to get
free. Listening to the tick-tack from the timer she wished she had left some
possibility to interfere, but she had not. Every fifteen minutes the timer
went on and then fifteen minutes later it went off. If she tried real hard
she could look down, between the two clamps on her now very sensitive parts
and see the thin cord that emerged from under her crotchrope and went away,
round and behind her back. Rats. Why didn't j get free? Shit, oh shiiiit...
on for the next fifteen minutes."
One day she had seen an inflatable hood in black latex. It covered the entire
head and had a short hose for breathing. shevette bought it for her darling
j. She was starting to feel ready for the great surprise day, but then it had
all taken a new direction. On a sunny afternoon as shevette was taking the
sun, floating on an air mattress in the middle of her pool, it had struck
her. Floating in the middle of the pool! Yeah! What an idea!
She started to imagine j trapped with blow up casts on her immobile arms and
legs, her head encased in the latex hood, floating on her back, in the middle
of the pool. What a sight! The scene was irresistible. j floating in an
enforced spreadeagle, not so that she was tied that way, but because she had
to keep her balance. Her arms and legs floating like used wine corks, her
head lifted by her pump up hood. It had to be an awful feeling floating in
the dark, unable to navigate, unable to get free. And with no fixed points to
support her. shevette had smiled at the thought.
"This time it was really getting to her. She had already had two orgasms
and was now very sensitive everywhere it counts. The vibrator between her
legs did its job without paying any attention to her desperate attempts to
stop it. She was truly helpless and wished she had at least used a battery
wand that would weaken as time went by. But no, she had used the real thing,
powered from a proper outlet, controled by a timer. When she finally gave in,
letting her body go the fifteen minutes where gone. Dang. It stopped. Just a
few seconds early. She cursed her predicament, wishing someone else had put
her in this distress. Because if that had been the case, someone could even
free her from it or at least be the target for shevette's inventive plans of
revenge. The problem was she had put herself into this one and she had no way
of letting herself free. And planning on revenge didn't help out..."
Once the idea had popped into shevette's head, she couldn't let go. She just
had to go through with it. First she had planned to place j in her blow up
prison and then just place her drifting in the water, but after a while she
had got the idea of putting her self in bondage while waiting. j would be
able to free herself if shevette fastened a thin line to the air plug of the
casts, or at least that was the plan. One thin string from each of the air
plugs, pulled in each direction and fastened to the poolside. As j would
paddle around, the strings would be tightened and the air plugs pulled out.
Eventually she would be able to get free. The boring thing though was it
would be too quick. shevette's inventive head had been close to smoking as
her thoughts spinned round. And with a broad smile she had finally got the
idea that solved her problem. She would drop an anchor in the middle of the
pool and then fasten j to it by using some version of the melting ice cube
trick.
"shevette tried again to shift her position but it got her little.
Standing with her back firmly pressed to the stainless steel bar that was one
of the front legs of the trampoline tower, she felt as immobile as ever. She
had done an extraordinary job tying her ankles securing them to the steel
rod, then her knees both above and beneath, securing them also. Why she had
to tie her thighs, was by now far beyond comprehension. And if she at least
had stopped at cinching her waist... But no. She had tied several coils
around her upper torso as well, above and just under her br_asts of course
with ropes leading over her shoulders, keeping it all up. At present she
found the three inch wide black leather cuff around her neck very excessive,
to say the least. And why on earth did she have to lead the straps from the
gag around that steel rod? Cursing her own inventiveness she remembered how
she managed to pull tight the strap around her elbows, by pulling the end of
the strap around the other leg of the tower and then back to her hands... She
was uncertain whether she would have been able to get free, even without the
steel handcuffs. Groaning into her gag she realised she had to see a
psychiatrist about that bad influence her lust had on her judgement...."
After a short drive around the downtown stores, shevette had found a perfect
anchor. It weighed about 25 pounds and was most likely enough to keep j in
place. Carrying it out to the car and placing it in the trunk had offered no
problems. Wearing a rather wicked smile shevette had driven home in an Indy
500-like pace. Carrying the anchor to the poolside was nothing, but then the
problems started. How was she to get the anchor out to the middle? Her first
attempt to bring it on the air mattress had ended two feet from the pool side
in a considerable splash, taking booth shevette and the anchor into the
water. A few attempts to dive and drag the piece out had been failures before
she got hold of the solution. Diving down she tied a rope to the eyelet and
then got up on the opposite side of the pool. With considerable lack of
patience, she had swiftly pulled the anchor out to the middle of the pool.
Now everything had been set.
"The worst of all, shevette driven by experience strongly concluded, was
the bucket. she had pulled the crotch rope out in front and leading it
through a steel ring finally tied it to the middle of the chain connecting
her n_pple clamps. This was a sensation it self, but the problem was she had
not stopped at that. Oh no. Instead she had tied another rope to the ring, a
rope that went forward, over a horizontal bar in the railing by the pool. In
the free end of the rope, swinging several inches from the ground, was a
bucket attached. Above the bucket hung a net bag containing a huge block of
ice good for some five pounds. Actually it was the same size as the block
that kept j's anchor rope from passing through the anchor eyelet. From the
net bag the melt water dropped into the bucket with greater pace than she had
expected. The increasing weight of the bucket pulled on her n_pple clamps and
at the same time forced the little vibrating tongue to press harder against
her and the rest of the vibrating dildo to crawl deeper into her. Rats. She
knew from some far away lessons in school, that the water had a greater heat
capacitivity than air. Thus the ice block holding j in the water should melt
faster than the one hanging in air. She was getting a bad feeling telling her
she might have missed on the radiation heat from the sun..."
j had been curious and had willingly submitted herself to the blow up casts.
A few moments of arguement, and some minutes of very uneven struggles had
also placed the hood over her head. Her surprise as she was pushed into the
water had been both genuine and considerable. Laughing shevette had taken on
the task of towing her into the middle of the pool, tying a crotch rope on
her and lead the free end of the rope down trough the eyelet of the anchor
and connected it to another net bag containing j's own ice block. shevette
had tightened the rope so that the ice was floating a foot beneath the
surface, thus straining upwards, keeping the crotch rope stretched. Applying
the four strings to the air nozzles had been fast job. After having tied the
strings off to different parts of the railing around the pool, shevette had
explained j's situation to her. j floating in helplessness had signalled that
she understood even if it was hard to understand whether she liked it or not.
Smiling shevette had assumed that j liked her situation and went about to tie
her self up as a surprise for j.
"Crying loud from the frustration of another forced orgasm building from
her very erotic self bondage shevette almost fainted as her acing body was
thrown over the edge once more. Shaking and twisting in her unyielding bonds
she roared as the vibrator kept stimulating her incredibly sensitive sex. And
the vibrator went on for yet a few minutes, before it suddenly stopped,
leaving shevette limp and panting. She was really questioning her own mental
health as she tried to regain her full conscious, focusing on what went on in
front of her. Finally j had began to slowly paddle her way around, obviously
free from the ice block. Breathing heavily shevette wanted to cry directions
to her friend, but her gag kept every sound down, every word captive and j's
hood kept her from hearing any sound shevette might produce. Finally a
blowing sound told shevette that j had succeeded in pulling one of the air
plugs open. shevette saw j slowly beginning to move her right arm working
carefully on the valve of the blow up hood. Soon she would be free and
shevette would be rescued...
A sudden sound from the house caught shevette's attention. Someone opened the
back door and stepped out from the house, looking around the garden behind
dark sunglasses. With a broad smile the man turned towards the pool and
started to walk with slow self confident moves...
A flash ran through shevette's head, her heartbeat racing.
- Master Chris, what was he doing here? He looked shevette over with a an
impressed and appreciating smile. He studied all the intricate parts of her
bondage as he came closer. In fear she realised that her rescue might not be
that close after all..."
Ok, maybe i wouldn't do this. It is too dangerous and i would never surprise j like that, gag her when she really didn't want to be gagged, put both of us in peril of our lives, or use a stimulator plugged into a wall!
The point is i could use a battery operated unit, figure out some way where i would have no fear of j drowning, not gag her unless she wanted to be gagged (i could figure out something that might want her to wear a gag though - we both kinda like them - and we are both extremely carful around them), i could tell j that i had a surprise for her and ask her to trust my judgement, and only one of us tied up at a time (for safety)!
Still the concept does stir the juices, doesn't it? Thanks for the story - i really do like it - i just feel compelled to issue all these warnings. We have to keep bondage Safe, Sane, and Consensual! It's the only way!
Master Chris' slave shevette